In love between the DRAGONheads, Single Adventure Tours 2002 - SABANG

The return of the drunken Oktopus

I thought it would be a good idea to make the "Return of the total drunken Oktopus" . All pictures on this page were taken around Christmas 2001. All underwater pictures are the work of our exclusive photographer Henry Wedekind.

Sabang, Sabang again in Sabang I had thought, as I saw the pretty reposeful and dreamily bay again. Thanks to the God that he spared us all the bedding-castles you will see at most beaches all over the world. Always I have to smile, when I imagine, that this small fishing-village will mutate to a mega party city at night. During the day the people easy going on the beach or in one of the numerously restaurants and sup a beer. A boat occupied with divers puts out or comes in. A Banker clatters over in further far or becomes soft swung from the waves in the cristal blue water. On a loose "Hey sir, you need my boat today ?" man or woman will replay with "maybe tomorrow", except a spontaneous planned grill party will take place now. Which one is not fill with enthusiasm by the beach, because there is not the same icing sugar of sand as in Boracay, can take a boat with a freezer full of San Miguel to the Wite Beach or can go to the Small La Guna next door where each day will be Sunday. Anyway appointments and diary are totally disapproved, no one here has a watch that works and nobody needs, because the exactness of Filipino time do not require such a measuring instrument. The zone without any stress isn't only a paradise for idler and loafer. A few all inclusive tourists could be wondering that it teems with sweeten girls here. Before you ask me, they are coming from all provinces of the country. I don't like all inclusive tourists with their fat moms bleating about everything is not very perfect.
For bourgeois is no space here, because we situated in south east asia where tolerance is the measure of all things. Therefore also rarly someone moves on if the girlie-bars open up in the evening where the from dive tired foreigners come slowly in elan for the nightly party. Until the early morning hours the disco-sound will drown the noise from the jungle which are so strange for us.
By this the night is far advanced yet and I'm in search of jenny. After it had became clearly to me ,that my last girlfriend is still married and it is known that it gives no divorce in the Philippines, I have decided to search for an relationship with more future.
Jenny was always in my mind, because I had met her for several tims during my last both trips. I was so wild about her that I had taken several hidden pictures of her. She told me, that she still remember me, how I was taking a picture of her. "Where is my picture ?" I don't need to tell you how embarrassing it was. She is one of the most attractive party-girls which I have ever seen in my life. She had me mustered self-confidant and provoking from the head to the toe and she was giving me the sentiment to play not in her division. She came from Samar, what made me very interested in her too, because I had to come to Cebu somehow, to get my return flight to Germany. Afterwards I can say with quiescent conscience, that I had never so much fun with a girl before in my life. It starts at the first morning as she picked me up to present her friends and roommates. She resides in an about 4 square meter great room together with her three fellow lodgers, which have me frenetic, excessive godspeed, welcomed with an implausible "Hi handsome". They explained me the situation with their inimitable charm:
Three girls sleep in the bed and one lady naps on the earth in the hall. Later it came out, that the lady in practice was a man with very female behaving, as one will be called Bagclar or Ladyboy in this country. Whereby we were again by the theme tolerance. Anyway in view of the described conditions I bursted out in tears and was ready to watch his picture- album.
Jenny and I started direct to make plans for the next time. We would celebrate Christmas here in Sabang and then push forward on the road to Samar, what means to take a bus-trip of 25 hours. A flight came not in question, because I had putted the necessary money for this trip into the new cellphone of my former girlfriend and I would never waive on an adventure about a few disagreeabilities.
That does not matter, because jenny 's former boyfriend was so prettily to finance jenny 's cellphone. So we provide the third world with modern communication technique and each of us needs to pay one cellphone only. Firstly jenny had decided to bring me in the mountains to introduce me (her big catch) to her friends. For that we bought a great tuna and what there else would be needed for an ample meal on the market and stopped a Jeepney which tooke us in the mountains.
The prospect was inebriating. It need no further explanations. The pictures speak for itself. The two girl cooked a spicy meal, that exellent tasted and with enough chili it became more flavored. By the rum and coke, how it could be different, I have heard much over the region around Legaspi city, the Mount Mayon and the NPA. The possibility to become involed in a hostage crisis and the probable bad view on the Mount Mayon (is covered with clouds at this season) induced us to make the bus-trip to Samar in one piece. Before we would starting this breakneck journey, one more prettily week awaits us in the paradise of Sabang.
But now to the actual theme: the diving and the underwater photography. This time the terms were more worst than at April 2001. At the turn of the year the sea is raw and turbulent. The visibility can reduce on five until 6 metres. By picture taking with mixed light (daylight and flash) the color of the water can swing between ink-blue and olive-green . The light gets rarly through the 26 meters of water down to the Canyons. The aperture must be unlocked at least until 5.6. For still at all to receive such a thing how deep sharpness, the distance must be estimated minute.
Therefore in this period the diving and the underwater photography is reserved for the professionals. Just joking. For my first dive I had chosed the Canyons. That one under you, which know me, know, that I most like the wide-angel lens photography, what not should mean, that other areas of photography are uninterestingly. This time I was sitting allone in the boat with the indispensable guide.
The current was such strong, that the justify of the arm of the flash was rarly still possible. I climbed from block to block. Natural I was for the Sweetlips here. At the wall towards they stood. But for me they were unreachable, because when I tried to get closer to them, I was in danger of sweeping away by the strong current. Each photo was a fight and the threatening loss of the camera became always more probabilistic. During the way up a strongly down-current set in. For putting together the arm of the flash the guide was holding me at my jacket, else the current had put me down in the unforeseen deep. Each time when I bring my camera with me in the Canyons and a strong current occurs, other divers start to make jokes or laughter break out.
There were not much divers by the Octopus Divers base between Christmas and New Year. The maintenance of equipment stand in the foreground. Each morning I was waiting of the both americans which were interested to go to Verde island, the only possibility for me to dive there. The two guys from the US were very kind, but every second word was the word with "f". Mostly they had too much tequilas on the eve and they don't came out of the trap at the next morning or were busy with any girls. But one day it was so far. We started the crossing to Verde island. The passage was turbulent and we arrived very wet over there. That diving was however from the finest. For me with the Canyons together the best spot for diving in Puerto Galera. The view was miserable and the light very bad. Each well done picture was token by accident. It teemed from scorpion-fish. They were everywhere. The whole wall seems to be full of them. It was rarly possible to shoot photos without stonefishes or lionfishes. Verde island is a breathtaking adventure for taking pictures. I saw also many striped sea-snakes there It makes no difference what shall be photographed. Unique and alone the absense of big fishes is disadvantageous. I'm quite sure a night dive on this place will be the show of your lifetime even you get lost by a tiger shark. Between the dives a small barbecue was very welcome. Grilled chicken and pork with rice.

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